Teen Wolf Couples-One Shots

Malia&Scott: Struggling

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. . . . . . . 

Malia was struggling. 

So to say. 

Now that school was over and werelions and weird Ghostriders and all that stuff was over with, Malia was going kind of crazy. 

Everyone was...leaving. Lydia was probably going to some crazy smart school like Harvard or Stanford. Stiles was going to become a cop like his dad. Scott was probably going to school, too. He wants to become a vet like Deaton. Hell, even Theo was going to off LA to join some fancy art school. Liam, Hayden, Cory, and Mason had their little group. Like a little next generation. 

Point was, everyone seemed to figure out where their going, what their doing, who their going with. Malia had no one. Sure she had her dads, Peter and Henry. But, for one thing she didn't know where the Hell Peter had gone after the Ghostriders were defeated and the town was saved. And well, she didn't want to bother Henry as he was busy with work lately and seemed a bit stressed. 

So, Malia mostly sat in her house and stared at the ceiling wondering what she was going to do with herself and where she was going to go with her life. She often had fears about all the changes making their way into her life. And how she was finding it rather difficult to accept them. So, long story short, Malia was starting to feel pretty alone. 

Maybe someone could change that.

. . .

Malia's dad had left for work for just a few days, as usual of course. He left her with all she needed. Some money for food, and a gun. Just in case, but he knew she didn't need it. 

Malia's eyes slowly opened, reluctant to let the faint  dark moonlight through her lids. She could hear the hard patter of rain on her window, and the heavy gusts of wind on the branches of the trees lining the outside of her house. She rolled over several times in her bed trying to get back to sleep, but the annoying constant buzz of her phone kept her from achieving that. 

She drowsily reached over to grab her phone from her nightstand and checked what all the buzzing was about. 

Scott: I'm on the way to your house. I can't drive in this weather. 

Scott: I'm here. 

Scott: Malia? Are you awake?

Scott: Malia, I'm freezing my ass off out here. 

Scott: If you're awake and just watching me suffer this isn't funny.

Scott: u suck

Scott: MALIA 

Scott: PlEaSE HeLp

As Malia rolled her eyes, and moved the covers from her body she started to hear the knocks at the door. She hurried through her house, still a bit sluggish and wondering why the Hell Scott was out at freaking 1 in the morning. She opened the door and Scott ran in as soon as she did. She closed and locked the door and turned around to see Scott huddled by her fireplace. 

"What were you doing out so late?" She wasted no time in asking questions. 

"I fell asleep at Liam's, but I have work in the morning so I had to go back home. But then this storm hit and your house was the closest." Scott explained clutching his sides and his drenched shirt that seemed to be stuck to all his glorious curves. Malia seemed to gulp at the sight, and luckily Scott didn't seem to notice.